Lord Yahweh bless the fountains of creativity spewing from the overactive, under-employed hipsters of San Francisco.
Last week, this slip of paper appeared on my car’s windshield, right where you’d expect to find a parking ticket.
That’s not handwritten… someone went to the trouble of creating and printing that on a computer. Wow.
The effort and message are somewhat of an overkill… I quite plainly parked like a whore of reasonable intelligence.